The Republic of Metalocalyptica is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Toki Wartooth with an iron fist, and notable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, public floggings, and avowedly heterosexual populace. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 31.375 billion Metalocalypticans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Metalocalyptica City. The average income tax rate is 2.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Metalocalyptican economy, worth an astonishing 11,864 trillion Plectrums a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Information Technology. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 378,162 Plectrums, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Chalkboards are replaced with billboards in the classroom, kids these days know how to throw a proper punch, the nation won three wars against Brancaland this weekend, and citizens who don't recite the Pledge of Metalocalyptica at least three times a day are placed on a terrorist watch-list. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Metalocalyptica's national animal is the Drummer, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Metalocatholicism.

Metalocalyptica is ranked 1,309^th in the world and 1^st in Zurich for Lowest Crime Rates, with 160.55 law-abiding acts per hour.